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WORK-A-DAY WARRIORS
They werena fashioned frail and fine,Too dainty for defiling,Not like the lasses' silken hoseWorn for the lads' beguiling;They bore no dandified designO' arrows or o' clocks—But just an honest, homely pairO' hand-made Scottish socks!
"Now, thank the Lord!" he softly cried,"For woman's skilful hand,And thank the Lord for woman's heartSo swift to understand!And thanks to her, matron or maid,Seventeen or seventy-three,The socks who wrought, and had the thoughtTo send them out to me!
Was't frae some mither, such as his?Working her "purl and plain,"And thinking o' her absent ladTill the tears drapp'd down like rain;
